The Delicate Sweet Top is Always Targeted by the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

“My master.”

The moment he uttered those two words, Bai Xingluo felt too ashamed to lift his head.

If, before today, anyone had told him that he would one day call a young male Zerg he had known for less than a day “Master,” he would have thought that person was insane.

But now, he heard the voice clearly coming from his own throat.

It was hoarse, filled with a sort of unbearable intensity, and it didn’t even sound like his own voice anymore.

Just as the tension in his heart reached its breaking point, Tong Sui reached out and picked up a strand of silver hair from beside Bai Xingluo’s cheek, twining it around his own fair, pink-tipped finger.

It was an inexplicably flirtatious gesture, but it made Bai Xingluo’s heart race uncontrollably.

“Hmm?”

Tong Sui squinted slightly, his clear, round eyes glinting with a bit of playfulness, like sweet wine mixed with honey.

“General Bai Xingluo, what did you just say?”

He had heard countless people call him “General,” including Tong Sui. But this time, Tong Sui’s tone wasn’t one of politeness or detachment; it was something else—subtle, slightly frivolous, yet completely unoffending.

It was like a little tail, gently tugging at him.

Bai Xingluo slowly opened his mouth, as if under a spell, and whispered the two words again, letting them roll over his Adam’s apple.

He carefully tilted his head, like a great cat finally finding its owner, and rubbed gently against those snow-white fingertips.

“Master…”

“Hmm.”

He waited in anticipation for Tong Sui’s next move, but Tong Sui didn’t do what he had expected; instead, he stood up, looking thoroughly satisfied.

Realizing the weight was gone, Bai Xingluo froze, his eyelashes fluttering. He looked at Tong Sui with a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

Tong Sui wore a clean smile, but it lacked any lingering romance or ambiguity.

“It seems you can overcome your mental blocks to call me that now. This way, we won’t have to worry about giving ourselves away when we’re out.”

…Just because of that?

Bai Xingluo felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart, as if he had been tossed high into the air only to be dropped heavily back onto the ground. He murmured the two words again, his voice low.

It wasn’t until Tong Sui spoke the next sentence that he pulled himself out of that mood.

“You’ll have to make do on my bed tonight. The bed might be a bit small—it’s a single bed. Do you want to go see it?”

Bai Xingluo was stunned.

He had expected Tong Sui to prepare the sofa for him, but he hadn’t expected the master to give up his only bed. The gloom in his heart vanished instantly, replaced by a warm glow. However, Bai Xingluo could never agree to that.

“Master, I’ll be fine sleeping here.”

“But it’s too narrow here; it’ll be very uncomfortable to sleep.”

For Tong Sui, the single sofa was a bit cramped, but manageable. But for Bai Xingluo, who was much larger than him, it would be miserable.

“When I was on missions, the conditions were much worse than this. Having a sofa is already a luxury.”

Seeing Tong Sui still hesitating, Bai Xingluo continued, “I really can do it. If you don’t believe me, watch.”

Bai Xingluo tried to prove he could sleep comfortably on the small sofa, deliberately curling himself up despite his large frame. The sight inexplicably reminded Tong Sui of a cat trying to stuff itself into a box. Tong Sui chuckled, which only made Bai Xingluo blush.

“Alright, but only for tonight.”

If they were going to live together for a long time, the current environment certainly wouldn’t support it.

As he pondered this, Bai Xingluo spoke: “I have a few properties I bought earlier. They’ve already been decorated, though I haven’t really lived in them. If you don’t mind, we can move there anytime.”

That was indeed a good solution. But Tong Sui was still hesitant, and Bai Xingluo added, “Or is there somewhere else you’d like to live? We can buy a place there.”

“No, no, that would be too extravagant.”

This was Tong Sui’s first mission; he wasn’t entirely clear on what constituted “success”—perhaps a month, or a year? He wasn’t sure how long it would last. So, the simpler, the better. When he left, Bai Xingluo wouldn’t have lost anything.

Bai Xingluo, unaware of Tong Sui’s internal thoughts, was simply immersed in the joy of his master moving into one of his homes. Those empty, quiet boxes suddenly had a purpose.

Bai Xingluo recalled the properties—some he had bought himself, others were rewards from the Empire. They were all top-tier luxury homes. Even so, he still felt they weren’t good enough.

He mentally filtered through them, finally deciding that the one in the Xinghe District was barely acceptable. It was built along the river, and the sunset was breathtakingly beautiful. If his master liked it, he could watch the sunset every day, or go fishing on the riverbank. It was in the city center, making it convenient to get around.

Bai Xingluo opened his optical computer and carefully projected a virtual image of the house. Even though it was a small-scale model, the detail was incredibly high.

“Master, do you like it?”

Tong Sui was stunned by the lavish decor, not to mention the golden location. Even though he didn’t have a deep concept of housing prices, he knew it definitely wasn’t cheap.

Bai Xingluo watched his expression, feeling slightly more relaxed—it seemed his master was satisfied.

Great.

He eagerly asked, “Do you have any other plans for tomorrow?”

Tong Sui shook his head. The original host was essentially unemployed, living off video games and takeout; he had nothing formal to do.

“There’s a furniture mall nearby. You can pick out the style you like. Once it’s delivered, we can move in. If that’s too much trouble, we can just buy it online.”

But comfort was something you had to test yourself. Tong Sui had nothing else to do, so they settled on moving and buying furniture tomorrow.

Because he had been busy all day, Tong Sui soon grew drowsy. After washing up, he fell into a deep sleep. It wasn’t until he woke up the next day that he felt hungry.

Previously, to save Bai Xingluo, he had survived on the world’s nutrient packs to stave off hunger, but the taste was terrible. They were sticky and bland—their only merit was being filling.

Maybe it was because he was still half-asleep, but he seemed to smell the aroma of food wafting in from under the door. Because of the convenience of nutrient packs, people in this world rarely cooked; only the more pampered males ate refined, prepared food. And Tong Sui, whose own cooking skills were nonexistent, had basically ruled out the possibility of cooking for himself.

After washing up, the aroma grew even stronger. He opened the door and walked out.

A tall figure stood in the cramped kitchen, his large frame almost filling the entire space. The enticing aroma was coming from the kitchen.

The figure looked different from the disheveled man of yesterday. Today, Bai Xingluo had his soft hair tied behind his ears. He was exceptionally tall, standing with the rigorous posture of a soldier, his back straight. He looked like an expensive diamond—bright and expressionless, particularly cold, like unmelted snow on a mountain peak, holy and difficult to approach.

Yet such a person was wearing an apron, standing in a tiny kitchen, stained with the mundane smoke of the world.

Hearing the movement behind him, the person in the kitchen turned. The cold aura melted instantly, and his whole demeanor softened. His pearly white hair flickered before Tong Sui’s eyes like a dazzling meteor.

“Master, good morning.”

Bai Xingluo was gradually getting used to this form of address. He looked at Tong Sui, who had just woken up, his heart fluttering unevenly.

The master is so cute when he’s just woken up.

His black hair was fluffy and soft from sleep, with a few strands sticking up in a particularly dorky, adorable way. His cotton pajamas were slightly too large, hanging loosely and covering half of his palms. His clear eyes were still heavy with sleepiness, and as he rubbed them, his voice was still raspy from slumber.

“Morning. Why didn’t you sleep a little longer?”

“I thought you would prefer cooked food, so I prepared it in advance. I’m not sure if it’s to your taste.”

Bai Xingluo placed the last egg wrap on the table.

The small table, which hadn’t been wide to begin with, was now covered in various breakfast dishes. Pan-fried buns sprinkled with green onions with crispy edges, golden crispy dough sticks, soft-boiled eggs, rich soy milk, and other dishes he hadn’t seen before. They were all still steaming hot; one could only imagine how long it took to prepare everything.

Tong Sui asked, “Why did you make so much?”

“I wasn’t sure of your preferences, so I just made a little bit of everything.”

Bai Xingluo handed him a bowl and chopsticks, looking at him with expectation and nervousness. “Would you like to try it?”

The bowl and chopsticks had been sterilized, still warm in his hands. Tong Sui picked up the closest pan-fried bun.

He took a light bite. Mixing with the aroma of the green onions, the rich meat juices burst in his mouth. The crispy bottom crust provided a wonderful texture.

This long-lost taste of real food brought Tong Sui, who had been “wilting” after a day of nutrient packs, back to life.

He squinted his round eyes, and the unruly hair on his head seemed to sway happily, as if he were surrounded by a field of happy bubbles.

Bai Xingluo stood to the side, his heart finally settling. Although he had performed excellently in his culinary courses at the academy, that was many years ago, and he hadn’t touched a kitchen utensil in years, relying on nutrient packs to save time. He was afraid he had grown rusty.

This was a basic duty of a female Zerg; if he couldn’t even do this well, how could he gain his master’s love?

Bai Xingluo watched the smile on Tong Sui’s face. For some reason, an uncontrollable sense of satisfaction rose within him, greater even than his victories in battle, simply because of Tong Sui’s relaxed and gentle expression. He melted into that softness.

Seeing Tong Sui taking small bites, finishing the bun, and licking the juice from his lips, making them look like they had been coated in lip glaze. Bai Xingluo swallowed hard. Even though he knew it wasn’t polite to stare, he couldn’t look away.

Just then, Tong Sui turned to look at him, his clear eyes reflecting his figure.

“Why aren’t you sitting? Let’s eat together.”

Tong Sui’s voice was very soft, slightly raspy, but his invitation was sincere, and he even pulled out the chair closest to himself.

Bai Xingluo felt an itch in his heart. He desperately wanted to sit down right next to his master and watch his cute expressions from even closer.

He lowered his gaze and said the exact opposite of what he was thinking.

“Master, I am a spouse; I cannot eat with you.”

Why is there such a rule?

From a corner of the memory the system had transferred, Tong Sui seemed to find this regulation. The family status of female Zerg was different. If they were a primary spouse, they enjoyed near-equal rights in daily life, despite severe restrictions on major matters. But a secondary spouse had to get permission for even the most trivial daily things. Not to mention the lower-ranking slaves, who had no right to sit at the table at all.

Bai Xingluo was pressed into the chair. He looked startled, his pale irises reflecting Tong Sui’s figure as he saw him walk into the kitchen, take out another set of bowls and chopsticks, and shove them into his hands.

“Master?”

Tong Sui said, “In front of me, you don’t need to follow those unreasonable rules.”